The Rise of Uchiha Madara

On the road.

Madara put the two kunai and ten golden soul coins into the soul guide ring.

At first, I was very worried that the large ninja equipment could not be carried, so I had to rely on Kunai to fight, but if there is no combat distance, it is really limited, and many high-end combat skills cannot be used, but now I don’t have to worry about the problem of carrying ninja equipment.While thinking, Madara ran towards the blacksmith's shop in Tiandou City.

In the blacksmith shop.

"Little friend, what are you doing here? Ask your adults to buy something." A blacksmith continued to lower his head and smash the railway.

"I want to customize a batch of weapons!" Madara didn't bother to talk nonsense and went directly to the topic.

"Oh? What weapon?" The blacksmith also became interested, stopped smashing the iron and wiped his face with a towel.

"A sickle and a round fan! And some kunai."

Sickle? Uchiwa fan? Kunai? What are these things?

Madara also seemed to see the blacksmith's doubts, ran to the table, drew their respective shapes, marked their sizes, and gave them to the blacksmith.

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"Hmm...! No problem, two gold and silver coins, and things will be ready at noon tomorrow!"

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The next day, in the blacksmith shop.

"Oh? Is this what I want?"

Madara stared straight at the shiny scythe, stroked the round fan with his hands and felt the breath from the round fan, "I miss you so much, are you back again? Such an intoxicating time."

Closing his eyes, Madara's mind is full of images of fighting Senjujuma... Unforgettable!

Madara put the sickle and round fan into the soul guide space ring, then turned and left the blacksmith shop.Next, I have to try the performance of this ninja tool.

Madara walked and thought, and before he knew it, he came to the Heaven Dou Master Soul Arena, "Is it the Soul Arena? Just let me see how strong I am now." After speaking, he quickly stepped into the Heaven Dou The main fighting spirit field.

at the front desk.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

"I want to participate in the death fight!"

"Okay!... um... okay! Your match is the No. 4 duel field, and your opponent is the mad bull who has won 10 consecutive victories in the death fight field!"

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Battlefield No. 4.

"Crazy bull! Crazy bull! Crazy bull! Crazy bull!"

"Come on! Mad Bull, tear that kid to shreds for me!" The audience's voices became louder and louder, and they were very optimistic about this soul master named Mad Bull Fighting Soul.

"Hi everyone! I'm your commentator Agu. Now the fighting spirits, Battlefield Rose and Mad Bull are ready. There are no restrictions on the fighting methods and means. Before the official duel, you have 1 minute to activate the Wuhun to familiarize yourself with each other. Now, Game start!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!..." As the game started, the audience was the first to erupt.

I saw the fighting spirit named Mad Bull roaring, four soul rings, one white, one yellow, and two purple, rose from under his feet, spinning around the mad cow, "Mad Bull, Wuhun-Black Armored Bull, defense It is a level 44 battle spirit sect, please!"

"Hmm! Level 44? I really hope you won't be like the clown last time!" Madara smiled playfully, and at the same time opened her Ergoudama Sharingan. "Hahahahahahahaha! Come on, start your show."

Mad Bull's personality is wild and rough, and after Ban's banter, he became even more annoyed, and instantly red-eyed Ban rushed over.

"Is it just a degree?" Madara easily predicted his movements, jumped up and stepped on his head that was rushing across, and took out the ninja sickle from the space ring, "It's over!" Madara's eyes turned cold, and the sickle When the ninja sickle was about to slay the mad cow, "the third soul pull-shield of breaking stone!" The third soul ring rhythmically moved, and the mad cow's whole body skin turned gray, and the ninja sickle facing the spot on the front was not hairy at all. No injuries.

Madara frowned, took back his ninja sickle and retreated, the mad cow immediately reacted, red-eyed and came towards Madara, Madara continued to jump high, carefully scouting the flow of soul power in the mad cow's body with Sharingan .

"It's useless! The fourth soul skill-Attack on the Giant Horn, the second soul skill-strengthening power, the first soul skill-Rage Transformation!" The three soul skills were launched at the same time, the mad cow's eyes were red, and powerful power poured into the body, The body doubled in size, and a huge horn formed by soul power grew on the right shoulder and the top of the head.Anger makes one's power stronger.Both offensive and defensive, this is the reason why Mad Bull has won ten games in a row in the death match.In an instant, the mad cow full of powerful force rammed towards Madara again.

"Mad cow? That's how it is. Although the attack method is overbearing and unreasonable, your weakness is just like your strength!" Madara has discovered the secret of his soul power every time he dodges his attack: as long as he can't touch the enemy , the soul power will not be replenished, on the contrary, it will be lost faster!

"Although you have won many people with this ability, your strength is useless in front of my eyes!" Madara avoided direct contact with the mad cow every time, once, twice, three times--- -jumping over his head again and again.The loss of soul power became more and more severe.

"Are you tired? The speed of soul power replenishment has obviously slowed down, and the loss is getting more and more intense!" Madara was keenly aware of this through Sharingan, "The time has come!"

Madara suddenly exerted force on the soles of his feet! Instantly, he came to Mad Bull, and his eyes met.To cause hallucinations, he raised his ninja sickle and slashed hard. It took only a few breaths to complete this series of skilled movements. The mad cow lost the protection of the stone breaking shield and became fragile, and was slashed to death by Madara with his ninja sickle.

"The winner is out, Battlefield Rose, with a record of 2 wins and 0 losses, and 2 points!"

"Oh~~wow!" The audience who originally supported Mad Bull also turned into Madara and cheered, "Battlefield Rose, Battlefield Rose, Battlefield Rose...!" Bo Diban, "This child seems to be only six years old, but his mind is surprisingly calm and decisive. Even in the face of Soul Sect, he can easily win. He is definitely not an ordinary child. He is so talented that he can find it even if he looks at the whole continent." No second one. But, does he really have no soul power? Or is he higher than my soul power level?" Above the auditorium, a middle-aged man stared at Madara who was leaving and thought.

However, if it were you, maybe ---